Page 105 of Seducer

“That’s my point. If you care about this woman, really care, then don’t get involved. You’re likely to drag her down with you.”

“I also hear that. Again, I’m not a stupid man and since you seem to think you know me then you realize I have no capacity for caring about anyone.”

He sighed. “I don’t buy it, but I’ll accept your answer. I’ll start working on this.”

“Don’t take too long.”

“I’m not a miracle worker, but this shouldn’t be too tough. Just watch your back.”

“Yeah.” I hung up the phone, my thoughts firmly locked on Sara. What I’d come to terms with after bringing her to my house was that I’d already dragged her into my world. My desires had turned into a weakness, which in turn had allowed me to tempt a young woman into something she wasn’t ready for.

No, this wasn’t remorse of any kind, just a knowledge that whoever was stalking her had brought me into the ploy as well.

I couldn’t care less whether the entity did their best to ruin my life. I would never allow them to ruin hers.

The fuckers had gone up against the wrong man. Soon, they would learn just how dangerous I truly was.

Sara

Love and hate were easy to alternate depending on moods and situations.

I didn’t love Zach, but I’d grown fond enough of him that I ached to be around him. I didn’t care if what I knew about him was mostly from working in the same building or by him stalking me. The time spent in the diner had allowed me to see the softer side of the man. There’d been no pretense, no lies or pretending to be something we weren’t.

We’d been in the middle of a diner gorging on food considered bad for us and being ourselves. The rest was… exciting, but not real life. Maybe he thought it was, but I’d seen how joyous he’d been in the simple acts that night.

And in saving me.

My car had been disabled. That made more sense even though it also terrified me. Had it been Jerry? Why did I think there was something very sinister going on?

The sick realization that someone else was playing the game without Zach’s knowledge was terrifying. So was almost being smashed into the pavement. I’d seen the look in Zach’s eyes. He had plans on hunting and killing.

What was even sicker? I wanted him to. No, I wanted to watch. Or maybe participate in the hunt of the twisted fuck. Oh, I was not myself at this point. Terror did that to a person.

Kyle. I had to warn Kyle. And say what?Hey, brother. Let me tell you about our past.Kyle had been told very little, as little as I could get away with. With no one else doing the talking, over time it had become easier. But now? I couldn’t keep it from him, not if there were bad men coming after us.

After throwing back the covers, I slowly eased to a sitting position, staring at the door. I half expected him to return with handcuffs, ready to chain me to his bed like I knew he wanted.

There was nothing but quiet.

Then again, something had changed. He’d saved my life from some asshole who’d tried to run me down. He was acting more like my protector than the man assigned to run me through a battery of disturbing tests.

His touch had felt so good, so… purposeful and calming. I felt close to him, or at least as close as I’d ever felt to anyone.

I took several deep breaths, pressing one hand against my head as I studied the room. Nothing about the man shocked me anymore, including my prison cell. It was a beautiful representation of the eclectic vibes of the powerful being. Beautiful. Masculine.

Sensual.

There was no refrain from expense, the room furnished in early modern wealth. Even the art was spectacular, incredible representations of the most powerful creatures on this planet.

But he wasn’t fooling me.

He was nothing but a wild predator. He was just as likely to hunt majestic big game as he was the human he’d deemed unworthy of his time or space.

Or the woman he said he couldn’t live without.

The man was a self-acknowledged killer, a murderer who’d been infected by tainted blood. I had to remind myself of that several times or I’d fall into his lure. There was nothing worse than feeling confused. Even worse, I trusted the man more than I had anyone else. Did that mean there was a screw loose in my mind?

Think. Think.Think!

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